The Crosscut Tree

“Where is it?” Said Clinton, while scanning the area for a glimpse of the tree. “Why can’t we fly instead of walking? My legs are tired…”
“The willow trees all look the same in the sky, besides the Crosscut tree should be here somewhere…” Said Darrel turning his head back and forth for the tree, “Um, it should be here. It is a willow tree after all. Wait a moment…” Darrell stopped walking and looked back. He saw something moving among the willow trees. He and Clinton stepped on forward to get a closer look at it. The Crosscut tree noticed them and settled it’s root like arms aside on a rock.
“So, I bet you are here to see the witch doctor?” The tree looked at both Darrel and Clinton “Well, he isn’t here.”
“No, I just want to know the pathway to-” Darrel was interrupted.
“You better not be lying to me” The Crosscut tree said a bit annoyed.
“No, I’m not…” Darrell calmly said and looked at the tree’s leaves, “What happened? Your leaves are singed”
“You’ve noticed. Soldiers and doctors where looking for a witch doctor. They believed that there was one around here, but that was not true. I told them there was no witch doctor here. They had just ignored me and decided to burn me down.” The tree turned and pointed to a pile of vines covering a wall, “I told them he was in there.” He let his finger down and faced Darrel, “They’ve sprinkled water from a nearby pond and continued on their journey. Those vines weren’t on the cave before. I put them there before they even went in. I closed the entrance with vines and poison ivy. What they didn’t know was that the cave was infested with mutant flytraps. Those flytraps had tasted human blood, so they ate them up. Every soldier, doctor, and peasant would come here looking for a witch doctor. A peasant told me that there was rumor about the witch doctor. Apparently the witch doctor was dead a long time ago. How long? I don’t know… But, the peasant had told me that the witch doctor was a successful miracle worker, hid his gold coins, seeds, maps, herbs, recipes, and antidotes around here. He was here before I was, and I never even heard about him.”
“When did you?” Clinton asked and folded his arms.
“A couple hundred years back, and they are still coming up to me asking for the witch doctor.” The tree sighed, “All I know and knew are the paths you’re supposed to take. Like a map or a compass... So, what do want to know again?”
“So, you know every path there is?” Darrel asked, taking a step forward.
“All there is to know on this planet. Where flying castles are, floating islands, directions in a room changing temple, where invisible fortresses are, and the way in and out of the labyrinth.”
“Do you know where the path to Blank Space is?” Darrel asked.
“What? There is no such thing…”